IS ( / Minnesota)


Although the world, so vast
seems cold, yet welcoming,
How can one feel so lost?
Does one seek the lost,
or does the lost seek the found?

Sometimes, the world itself feels lost.
Or at loss. Once lost though,
the world feels nothing. No one
can find a world, that has been destroyed.

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Good stuff with much truth Thank you Nik